By the time her eyes adjusted, all the fey lay on the ground, scattered around Luke. Each one had a huge black dog on top of his chest. Except for the one who’d first gone for Luke. He had a furious Helly holding him down by his throat.
Sorcha wasn’t sure what to make of the sight. “Hellhounds?” she asked Luke.
“They tend to come out whenever I’m attacked. You can count on it.”
“So does Helly.” The imp flashed a grin at Sorcha.
“And a scary Helly you are.”
Holding her fists up, she made a fierce grimace, then growled like an ogre.
Luke plucked the first fey he’d captured up by his shirt and held the poor thing in front of him. “Let’s try this again. I’m evil and you’re stupid for thinking you could attack me and go along on your merry way. Do you understand the idiocy of what you just did?”
The fey nodded.
“Good. Now give us your name.”
“Oliver.”
Scowling, she mouthed the name to Luke. It was such an odd name for a fey creature. She’d been expecting Oberon or Aeron or some such.
But Oliver? That just didn’t seem right.
Luke took the name in stride. “Thank you, Oliver. Now be a good fairy and tell me about a stray Ankou who may or may not be following orders from your council.”
“All the Ankou are stray. I don’t understand the question.”
That made two of them. Sorcha had no idea what an Ankou was.
Luke let out a long, disappointed breath. “Okay, Ollie. Listen and follow. You know Ankou, yes?”
“Of course.”
“You like this little fairy portal I just plucked you from, yes?”
“Yes.”
Luke grimaced before he continued. “There’s an Ankou who recently went through it. Yes?”
“I don’t know.”
Luke’s eyes turned vibrant red. “Do you know what I used to do for my father?”
Oliver paled. “I do.”
“Have you any idea how much I loved doing what I did and how much I miss it?”
He shook his head. “No.”
Luke let out a laugh so evil that it actually scared her. “Imagine the greatest orgasm you’ve ever had. Put that on steroids and magnify it by one hundred and you might be in the ballpark of how much I loved my former job.”
His eyes widening, Oliver gulped audibly.
Luke patted him on the cheek. “Now you can answer my questions with your skin on or with it laying in a nasty pile at your feet. Your choice.”
Could he really do that? That disturbed her on numerous levels.
Oliver gulped. “I want to keep my skin on my body.”
